[b]Aboard the Universal Supreme Collective Inter-Galactic Passive Cruiser at approximately 78 trillion lightyears away from Earth...[/b]

 President Dmitri, as he was known to all Supremes, awoke. Unbeknownst to him, he was not Dmitri himself, but a clone. However, he had felt like the day when a Supreme possessed Draconian latching onto his throat was just yesterday, and he must of blacked out and been taken... somewhere. He glanced around the room, taking in his distinctly human surroundings, comforted by the lack of alien influence. Shaking, he reached a hand out of what was some kind of tube. Looking up, he could see the lip of a glass seal, where it raised up to admit the cold air of the room to his warm embrace of whatever liquid and life support that he had been on.
 
 Dmitri pulled himself out of the slippery tube, leaving the stasis shield that it had, and he fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering as the liquid in his lungs suddenly was affected by the ship's artificial gravity. As he cleared his lungs of the transparent fluid that had sustained him for thousands of years in a dark unconsciousness, clarity began filling his mind in the strangest ways. Knowledge he never thought even existed, even in the most far-fetched science fiction. 

 After laying on the floor for some time, minutes, hours, he finally stopped processing information that had just been streamed into his head. As he came to a full consciousness, without the all-consuming processing of foreign information, he rose from the ground, unsteady. As he rose to his full height, feeling a distinct lack of any real amount of fat, and instead finding himself leaner with really only muscle, again an effect of the chamber, he found that another sense was sharpened.

 [i]"Good Morning, Dmitri. I take it you slept well?"[/i] echoed a female voice, soft and warm, though with the slight edge of an AI that was just noticeable enough to let him know it wasn't an actual person speaking. Immediately latching onto the voice in the midst of confusion and disorientation of his predicament, he forced his vocal cords into use. Rasping, he asked, "Where am I?"
[i]"Among friends and in a safe place. No harm will come to you unless it is of your own doing."[/i]
"But where?"
[i]"A very, very far galaxy, in a very large ship, in orbit around a planet completely of water. The core, the surface, everything is water. Superdense water acts as the solid in the core; a layer of ice on the outside acts as the crust. The ship we currently are in just refilled its fresh water stocks from the completely and totally pure water source."[/i]
Dmitri thought very hard about his memory, about what he remembered, and asked, "Why can't I remember anything? No faces, no names, friends or family?"
[i]"We were unsure about your reactions with such people in mind with news of their current status, and so we wished to keep you from having past affiliations to ensure that you do not become emotionally or mentally unstable."[/i]
 
 Dmitri immediately picked up on the [i]We[/i] of that sentence, meaning that there was a group working to keep him here and alive, and not just a protocol or somesuch. "Are you sentient, and what has happened to the people that I should know?"
 [i]"They are all dead, and I am sentient, in a way."[/i]
 "How did they die?"
 [i]"They died either from natural causes, or from the invasion that had started soon after the moment we managed to replicate your DNA and mind, and created a new you. The invasion was of a race that had been dubbed the 'Reapers.' In terms of which side lost the most, the Reapers won. In terms of which side remained standing, the Milky Way and affiliated won."[/i]
 "And so I'm the last of a race from their golden era?"
 A much warmer, more positive [i]"Yees"[/i] greeted him this time. For some reason, it lifted Dmitri a little to hit something that made this consciousness in a better mood.
 "And what of you? You're a consciousness with a voice of a human, and an artificial consciousness is based off of the race it was made from or for. Why human? What are you called?"
 [i]"My creators programmed me to serve you, and to help you with whatever you may choose. I take orders from you first, and my creators second, according to my internal protocol. While I am not a complete human intelligence, due to lack of knowledge, which my creators have continually denied that they didn't know enough, I have chosen a name. I am ACIPU-A7j612, but I have chosen to be called 'Amy.'"[/i]
 Nodding to himself, Dmitri asked, "So where can I get some descent clothing and some chow? I have more questions but I'd prefer to get some things done first."